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of dishes in my life.

I can clean and if you need any

cooking done, I can do that, too.

We sure the hell do.

We've been having some trouble with

one of our waitresses showing up,

so, it maybe the night shift.

That's fine.

I just need the work.

Well then,

I guess we'll see you tonight.

Great.

Love is definitely in your cards.

Just...

don't give your power away to the first

man who offers to buy you dinner.

Without our power,

we're as good as dead.

Dinner? I'm lucky if

I get peanuts from a bear.

Oh, come by,

we'll take another look.

Oh, wait, Miss Pearl,

you forgot something.

Well, life wouldn't be too interesting

without this, now would it?

And, it's Tallulah,

sweet thing.

Tallulah.

Haven't seen her

around here before.

- No, she is definitely a new face.

- Mm-hmm.

I could set a watch by you,

Henry Pearl.

Henry's here.

Gina didn't show up

last night.

Third shift this week.

Jack just got fed up.

She just walked in here

like we ordered her.

Melinda, come on,

order's up.

Sweet Jesus, Jack!

You all right, sweetheart?

You seem a little jumpy.

Hey.

Hey.

Arthur said the parts should

be in soon, to fix your car.

Good to know.

- If you want me to take a look at it in the meantime...

- No, it's okay.

I appreciate the offer

but it's fine.

Let me help you

with that, Cutie.

That's Henry.

He's a sweetheart.

Same time, same seat,

same everything.

He's got some type of skin disease

where he can't go in the sunlight.

Poor thing. He ain't been out in

the sun since he was a little boy.

All right, it says here that Jelly Roll Morton

got his start playing piano in a brothel.

Fourteen years old.

Yeah.

And then we all sang

every last word of it.

Ain't nothing in those books

you can teach me.

Henry, ain't I be doing your head all

these years the things you got to know.

- Yes, you have.

- Yes, I have.

But, I mean, you wouldn't know a drive

socket from a flare nut, now would you?

[ARTHUR LAUGHING]

I believe old Jelly Roll

had him some sweet times.

There's some sweet inspiration

between those walls.

Their men need a little sweet

inspiration, you know what I mean?

Are you suggesting

I go to a brothel, Arthur?

No, I ain't saying nothing.

I ain't saying all that.

But I'll tell you what,

it sure beats the hell out of you spending

all your nights hanging around here with me.

Yeah, what about you?

Oh, come on, now.

When Martha passed,

I went into retirement, man.

I thought I'll...

just close up shop for a while.

But you...

you got no excuse.

I could think of a few.

Yeah? Like what?

Let me tell you something.

That music that

you're reading about,

was created by people who

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